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Jackie did a great deal of tidying and planting today whilst I carried out a little of the latter.
We suspected that once the landscape bark in the rose garden began to attract live bird food we would need to sweep the brick path on a regular basis. That time is upon us. Like human babies in highchairs, the carnivorous members of our avian population toss out what they are not partial to.
Our camellias bloom at different times.
Whilst this deep red one is at its peak,
a lighter relative fades to meld with the neighbouring Japanese maple;
and these once bright yellow daffodil trumpets have also turned to old gold.
This afternoon I walked to the paddock in Hordle Lane and back.
The golden field visible from our bedroom window
blends in the hedgerow with hawthorn
and like-hued lichen.
This evening we dined on pork rib rack coated in barbecue sauce and Jackie’s excellent vegetable rice followed by Black Forest gateau, with which I drank more of the cabernet sauvignon.